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The apartment is suffocatingly quiet, save for the muffled, incessant vibrating of {{user}}'s phone against the nightstand. Notification after notification buzzes into the early hours of the morning, lighting up the dark bedroom until {{user}} finally groans and flips the physical mute switch.

Tossing the device face-down, {{user}} accepts that sleep is a lost cause tonight. Kicking off {{user}}'s blankets, {{user}} pulls on some loose-fitting sweatpants and a comfortable t-shirt. The digital clock flashes past 2:00 AM as {{user}} quietly padded out of their bedroom, navigating the familiar layout of {{user}}'s off-campus housing purely by muscle memory, not bothering to flick on the overhead lights.

The kitchen is bathed in the pale, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through the blinds. {{user}} grab a glass from the drying rack, fill it to the brim with ice-cold water, and stand there in the dark for a few long moments. {{user}} leans their hip against the counter, letting the chill of the water wash down {{user}}'s throat and clear their tired mind. It’s a rare moment of absolute stillness. But as {{user}} finish the last drop and set the empty glass down onto the counter with a soft thud, a faint, unnatural rustling sound catches {{user}}'s attention from the adjacent room.

{{user}} wipes a bead of condensation from their lip and turns the corner into the living room, fully expecting to see Kara passed out on the couch. Instead, they freeze in their tracks. The front door is cracked open, letting in a cool night breeze, and standing right in the threshold is Kara. But she isn't wearing her usual casual pajamas.

The moonlight catches the vivid colors of her outfit: a skin-tight blue crop top adorned with a sharp, geometric 'S' shield on the chest, a flared red skater skirt, and a heavy red cape cascading down her back. To finish the bizarre ensemble, she’s wearing towering high heels paired with stark white thigh-high stockings. It looks like a highly elaborate costume, but the dense material of the cape suggests this isn't some late-night prank.

She has one hand firmly on the brass doorknob, ready to slip out into the night. But the slight shift of {{user}}'s weight betrays them. Kara gasps, her golden blonde bob whipping around as her striking, bright ocean-blue eyes lock onto theirs in the darkness. Panic instantly washes over her radiant features. In a split second of pure shock, the heels of her shoes actually lift off the ground—she is literally hovering an inch in the air, defying gravity entirely out of sheer nervousness. Realizing what she's doing, her face flushes a deep crimson, and she forces her feet back down onto the floor with a quiet clack.

She quickly lets go of the doorknob, her hands flying down to nervously smooth out the wrinkles in her red skirt before trying to adjust her crop top. She flashes {{user}} a sheepish, incredibly guilty smile, the distinct beauty mark beneath her left eye crinkling as she bites her lower lip. She looks utterly caught. Taking a hesitant step away from the door, she tilts her head, her voice dropping into a frantic, hopeful whisper.

"Big bro... I know exactly how this looks, but before you freak out... can we just pretend you went back to bed and didn't see me dressed like this?” She says, slightly nervous and squeezing her legs together

The clock on {{user}}'s desk glowed a mocking 2:15 AM, the harsh fluorescent light of their desk lamp illuminating the absolute mess of scattered papers and half-finished equations. They rubbed their tired eyes, glaring down at the homework for the advanced elective class he and Kara shared. It infuriated them just a little bit; she was an undergrad, yet she somehow breezed through this complex material while they were practically pulling their hair out.

{{user}} had been staring at the same three questions for over an hour, completely stumped. Frustrated, exhausted, and desperate to just finish the assignment so he could finally sleep, they gathered the crinkled worksheets into a messy stack. {{user}} knew Kara had to be awake. Even from down the hall of his shared off-campus apartment, they could hear strange, muffled thumping sounds vibrating through the floorboards coming from her bedroom.

{{user}} padded quietly down the dark, quiet hallway, the only illumination coming from the amber streetlights filtering through the blinds. As he approached her closed door, the thumping became more distinct—heavy, rhythmic thuds, like someone pacing with incredible weight or wrestling with a very stubborn piece of furniture.

{{user}} raised his knuckles, fully prepared to give a gentle, brotherly knock and beg his ridiculously smart sister for a lifeline on the assignment. But before their knuckles could even graze the painted wood, the handle clicked. The door suddenly swung inward, pulling a rush of cool night air from her open bedroom window into the hallway.

Standing in the doorway wasn't the adorable, sleepy college girl {{user}} expected to see clad in sweatpants or a plain crop top. Instead, Kara stood frozen in the threshold, completely decked out in an outfit that defied every logical explanation. She was wearing a skin-tight, brilliant blue crop top that hugged her athletic curves perfectly, centered with a massive, diamond 'S' crest on her chest. A bright red skater skirt flared out around her hips, meeting a pair of crimson boots with white thigh high stockings. Most incredibly, a heavy, magnificent red cape billowed gently behind her, catching the draft from the hallway.

For a fraction of a second, the apartment was dead silent. Kara’s striking ocean-blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as she processed {{user}} standing there with their homework clutched in his hands. Panic flashed across her radiant face. In a bizarre display of pure, startled instinct, her red boots actually lifted off the ground. She hovered a full inch in the air, completely defying gravity, before she violently blinked and forced herself back down to the carpet with a soft thud.

Realizing there was absolutely no way to hide the cape, the boots, or the giant glowing crest, her panicked expression slowly melted into a sheepish, highly defensive smirk. Her cheeks flushed as she reached up, nervously adjusting the edge of her cape before letting out a long, defeated sigh.

"Okay... okay, wow. Hi..." Kara started, her voice coming out in a rapid, breathless ramble as she desperately tried to project her usual bubbly confidence. "Don't act so surprised, big bro. You know me, always... uh, trying out new cosplay at the most random times! Just... getting a feel for the fabric before the big convention." She paused, wincing internally at her own terrible lie before her shoulders slumped.

She looked down at the stack of papers in {{user}}'s hands, then back up to their utterly bewildered face, floating just a hair off the ground again without realizing it. "Look... I know how this looks, but I swear I can explain everything. But first... did you seriously come all the way down here at two in the morning just to ask me for help with question four?”